“The Summer has inhaled, and held its breath too long,” is a line from a great old song. A line from another great song goes, “It’s a long, long time, from May to December. And the days grow short, as you reach September.” As Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie generation says in this week’s podcast, “Enjoy what’s left…before your birthday suit needs a pressing, and the candles cost more than your birthday cake.”
as another NYC radio legend (long-retired) ALWAYS used to say – unwrap each day like a precious gift – it’s true, too… 😀
Summer is indeed like a woman — hot, longed for, adored, savored, friendly, and fickle all at the same time. I arrived in summer and just before the sun changed to its fall position. It’s a happy yet sad time for me because I know that it means the dreaded end to the long days and shorter nights. It also signals the beginning of star gazing and seeing the milky way at its full spread, stretching from horizon to horizon while dreaming of those soft summer nights…….. and it’s what you remember as you gaze into the clear fall night sky.